Kelly Houle
Issue 41
Sitting on the hotel balcony, K. said
he could see a woman meditating
on the opposite bank of the creek.
When I looked, I saw rocks, green
grass, the sway of an oak’s shadow.
He goes out
to walk the desert
seafloor
comes back
like a wave
returns to me
fuchsia
cactus fruit,
fossil shells.